THE ELUSIVE ANCESTOR I went searching for an ancestor, I cannot find him still. He moved around from place to place and did not leave a will. He married where a courthouse burned, he mended all his fences. He avoided any man who came to take the U.S. Census. He always kept his luggage packed, this man who had no fame, And every 20 years or so this rascal changed his name. His parents came from Europe, they should be upon a list of passengers to USA, but somehow they got missed. And no one else in this world is seaching for this man; So I play genesolitaire to find him if I can. I'm told he's buried in a plot, with tombstone he was blessed; But the Weather took the engraving and some vandals took the rest. He died before the county clerks decided to keep records. No Family Bible has emerged in spite of all my efforts. To top it off this ancestor, who caused me many groans, Just to give me one more pain, betrothed a girl named Jones. Author Merrell Kentworthy, Published by Shelby Publishing